A very special (birth)day
Feb. 14th, 2007 09:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxToday is a very special day. Today is the day of birth of one of the most important people in the world to me: My best friend, heart-sister, and dearest love, Beca.
Happy birthday, my beloved![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ronin_lethe. I hope today brings you happiness, joy, love and peace.
Oh... yeah, and it's a holiday, too. Valentine's Day. Yeah, happy Valentine's Day, people. My gods, how the commercialism of this day aggravates me. No matter how happy you are with your lover, your beloved, or your spouse, it's not good enough. You need to spend money. You need to prove it, and those who don't have a lover may feel like shit. The only reason I acknowledge St. Valentine is because he is the patron saint of epileptics.
Valentine's Day means nothing but fluff and dollar signs. It is pure commercialism.
Edit: I love the message of Valentine's Day, the day to honor your lover and beloved. I just cannot stand the commercialism.
(and anyway, happy Beca Day is more important)
And my boss told me to stay home today. It's dangerous out there. The roads are made of ice. It's scary.
Adam and I snuggled up together as we both waited for the roads to clear, and half-heartedly acknowledge the Valentine's Day, but we were still snuggled up, loving each other, and lovemaking, because it's only a day. Besides, having a mother-in-law who used to own a flower shop makes one numb about receiving roses.
Happy birthday, my beloved
ronin_lethe. I hope today brings you happiness, joy, love and peace.Oh... yeah, and it's a holiday, too. Valentine's Day. Yeah, happy Valentine's Day, people. My gods, how the commercialism of this day aggravates me. No matter how happy you are with your lover, your beloved, or your spouse, it's not good enough. You need to spend money. You need to prove it, and those who don't have a lover may feel like shit. The only reason I acknowledge St. Valentine is because he is the patron saint of epileptics.
Valentine's Day means nothing but fluff and dollar signs. It is pure commercialism.
Edit: I love the message of Valentine's Day, the day to honor your lover and beloved. I just cannot stand the commercialism.
(and anyway, happy Beca Day is more important)
And my boss told me to stay home today. It's dangerous out there. The roads are made of ice. It's scary.
Adam and I snuggled up together as we both waited for the roads to clear, and half-heartedly acknowledge the Valentine's Day, but we were still snuggled up, loving each other, and lovemaking, because it's only a day. Besides, having a mother-in-law who used to own a flower shop makes one numb about receiving roses.
